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Dost thou remember oh dost thou remember	A
Here as we sit at home and take our rest	B
How we went out one morning on a venture	A
In the West	B
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Hast thou forgotten in these English hedgerows	C
How the great Pampas rolled out like the sea	C
Never a daisy in that mighty meadow	D
Never a tree	C
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Full were our hearts upon that sunny morning	E
Stout handed and stout hearted went we forth	F
The warm wind in our faces breathed us fortune	G
From the North	F
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And high in heaven the sun stood for a token	G
We had no other sign by which to steer	H
No landmark is there in the Earth's great ocean	G
For mariner	A
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Dost thou remember how when night was falling	E
There in the middle plain as best we might	I
We set our little tent up as a fortress	C
For the night	I
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Dost thou remember how through the night watches	C
We listened to the voices of the plain	J
The owls and plovers and the bold bischachas	C
Talking like men	K
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Drowsy we sat and watched our horses feeding	E
Dim through the night while over the tent's mouth	L
The Cross was turning like a clock and reeling	E
In the South	L
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But as the night grew out and we grew chilly	C
Under our blankets safe we crept and warm	M
Full of good heart and each with loaded pistols	C
Close to his arm	N
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And so dreamed pleasant dreams of far off faces	C
And trees and fields which we had loved in youth	O
All in a maze of present apprehension	G
Mingled uncouth	O
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And how we travelled on and ever onwards	C
Still in the red path of the setting sun	G
Until into the heart of a great woodland	P
We had come	Q
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And there saw round about our strange encampment	R
Flocks of bright birds which flew and screamed at us	C
Red cardinals and woodpeckers and parrots	C
Multitudinous	C
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And on the lake black headed swans were sailing	E
And in the morning to the water's brink	S
Flamingoes like the rising sun came wading	E
Down to drink	S
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Dost thou remember oh dost thou remember	A
How in that fatal wood the mancar n	K
Found out a poisonous herb before his fellows	C
And fed thereon	T
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And how we left him and how Caesar sickened	U
And how the sky grew dark and overcast	V
And how two tragic days we rode on silent	W
In the blast	V
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And how the wind grew icy and more icy	C
Until we could not feel our hands or feet	X
As sick at heart we sought in vain a hiding	E
From the sleet	X
	-
Lighting at last on a deserted post house	C
Where we found shelter from the wind but nought	X
Of entertainment for our souls or comfort	X
Of any sort	X
	-
And how in that wild pass brave Caesar dying	E
Stretched out his arm towards the promised land	X
And saw as in a dream the white hills lying	E
Close at hand	X
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For ere the sun set suddenly that evening	E
The great plain opened out beneath our feet	X
And in a valley far below lay gleaming	E
With square and street	X
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And spire and dome and pinnacle uprising	E
White on the bosom of a mountain slope	Y
To our amazement bodily the city	X
Of our hope	Y
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Dost thou remember oh dost thou remember	A
How the bells rang as sick and travel worn	Z
A weary crew we made our solemn entry	X
To the town	A2
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Strangely as phantoms out of the great desert	X
We came into the city and at last	X
Heard sound of Christian singing in the churches	C
As we passed	X
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And laid at length our weary limbs in rapture	A
Between the clean sheets of a Christian bed	X
Oh there are things I think we shall remember	A
When we are dead	X

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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